2024-07-19
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Guffey had just arrived when the french squadron signalled.
The sire made me go up on the bridge with him.
It was a magnificent spectacle.
In a quivering, silvery light, the France slowly surged forward over the turquoise and emerald waves, leaving a long white furrow behind her.
Then she stopped majestically.
The mighty warship which has brought the head of the french state is well worthy of her name.
She was indeed France coming to Russia.
I felt my heart beating for a few minutes.
There was a prodigious din in the harbour.
The guns of the ships and the shore batteries firing, the crews cheering the Marseillaise, answering the russian national anthem, the cheers of thousands of spectators who had come from St.
Petersburg on pleasure boats.
At length, the president of the republic stepped on board the Alexandria.
The tsar received him at the gangway.
So those were the recollections of Maurice Palaiologue, the improbably named french ambassador to St.
Petersburg, who was remembering the arrival of the president of the French Republic, president Poincare, on the 20 July 1914.
And Dominic up front will be coming to Monsieur Palaiologue a bit later.
But just to say, this is a golden age for comical french ambassadors, isn't it?